Great Milwaukee fire

Collected by Carlisle
Transcribed by Parler
Mr. James M. Walden
Busch, Ark.
December 1, 1951
Reel 143, Item 4
The Great Milwaukee Fire
'Twas on the gray of early morning
When the dreadful cry of FIRE
Rang out upon the cold and piercing air.
Just that little word alone
Was all it did require
To spread peace and dismay averywhere.
The firemen worked like demons
And did all within their power
To save a life ot soothe a pain;
For it made the strongest heart
Sick in less than half an hour;
All was hushed and further efforts were in vain.
Up in a window stood a man,
His wife stood by his side,
They say this man was a millionaire,
To save him from his dreadful fate
They left no means untried,
But gold and silver had no value there.
Up in a window stood a boy,
His mother stood below,
She saw him, and the danger drawing near.
With uplifted hands to pray for him
She knelt down in the snow,
While the strongest heart could not restrain a tear.
Enthusiasm has been its cause, they say,
And to the people of the funeral pyre;
Let peace be to those ashes
Is the best that I can say
To the victims of that great Milwaukee fire.

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Collected by Carlisle
Transcribed by Parler
Mr. James M. Walden
Busch, Ark.
December 1, 1951
Reel 143, Item 4
The Great Milwaukee Fire
'Twas on the gray of early morning
When the dreadful cry of FIRE
Rang out upon the cold and piercing air.
Just that little word alone
Was all it did require
To spread peace and dismay averywhere.
The firemen worked like demons
And did all within their power
To save a life ot soothe a pain;
For it made the strongest heart
Sick in less than half an hour;
All was hushed and further efforts were in vain.
Up in a window stood a man,
His wife stood by his side,
They say this man was a millionaire,
To save him from his dreadful fate
They left no means untried,
But gold and silver had no value there.
Up in a window stood a boy,
His mother stood below,
She saw him, and the danger drawing near.
With uplifted hands to pray for him
She knelt down in the snow,
While the strongest heart could not restrain a tear.
Enthusiasm has been its cause, they say,
And to the people of the funeral pyre;
Let peace be to those ashes
Is the best that I can say
To the victims of that great Milwaukee fire.